The Perfect Holiday - Page 193

Hours later, I was awakened by my phone buzzing in the pocket of my shorts. Frowning, I yawned sleepily and rubbed my eyes with closed fists. When I saw Alex’s name scrolling across the screen of my phone, I grinned.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby,” Alex said. His voice was loose and relaxed, I could tell he’d been drinking.

“Hey,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “What’s up?”

Alex laughed. Wherever he was, there was a lot of noise in the background. “I’m at the firehouse! I’m at work, babe,” he said. “We just got back from a big blaze, and we’re celebrating. I’m here for another hour or two.”

“Oh,” I said. “That’s great.” It was strange – now that Alex was my boyfriend, talking to him felt a little awkward. Was this something girlfriends and boyfriends did, chat awkwardly on the phone with each other?

“Yeah,” Alex roared. “Hold on, I’ll go in the other room,” he said. I waited obediently a few seconds while Alex walked away from the loud crowd. When he spoke again, his voice was at a normal level.

“So,” I said. “How was the fire?”

“It’s gone now, but it was bad, babe,” Alex said. He sighed. “Everyone survived, though. That’s always the point, as long as that happens, I don’t really care about anything else.”

“Makes sense,” I said awkwardly.

“So,” Alex said. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smirking and I blushed. “What are you wearing?”

I looked down. “Just my shirt and underwear,” I said. “Why?”

Alex laughed. “Molly, time for a new lesson,” he said. Then he lowered his voice to a growl. “I’m going to teach you how to talk dirty.”

I bit my lip and blushed even harder, glad Alex wasn’t here to see me.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Tell me again what you’re wearing, and describe yourself in a lot of detail. Give me a really good picture of you in my head.”

“I’m wearing my white cotton shirt, it’s thin and I don’t have a bra on underneath. I’m wearing the same panties I was wearing earlier today, when you came over and…” I trailed off.

“When I came over and what?”

I blushed so hard that my face was burning. “When you came over and ate me out,” I whispered.

“God, Molly, that’s so hot to hear you talk like that,” Alex groaned. “Keep going. Tell me about your pussy. Is it wet?”

“Yes,” I said. I felt so dirty and humiliated…but also turned on. My panties were still soaked from earlier but I could feel my clit getting hard and my nipples were stiff, brushing the fabric of my shirt and filling me with pleasure.

“How wet are you?”

“Very wet,” I whispered.

“I want you to reach down and touch yourself, and tell me all about it,” Alex said.

“I feel weird doing that,” I whispered. “I…can’t say it!”

“Molly, you’re going to have to get over this squeamishness,” Alex said sternly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said softly. Closing my eyes, I traced my fingers down my body. “I’m running my hand over my breasts, through my shirt,” I said. My fingers brushed against one of my nipples and pleasure flooded my body, making me arch my back and moan. Tentatively, I pinched my nipple and rolled it between my fingers the same way Alex had done. It felt incredibly good and I moaned again, even more loudly.

“Sounds like you’re having a lot of fun over there,” Alex said. “Tell me about it, Molly. Tell me how it feels.”

“I’m playing with my nipples and pinching them between my fingers,” I said, moaning softly. “And it feels incredible, Alex. It feels like you’re here and touching me.”

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” Alex said. “But we’ll do that later. Right now, you’re still learning how to talk dirty like a pro slut.”

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